Disclaimer: I don't own Lord of the Rings, blah blah blah!
A/N: This is a revised version of what I had already written. Thank you for those of you who pointed out my mistakes. And in case you were wondering, I had Stacie using a bow instead of a gun before because I know more about archery than I do guns. And a writer should only write that of which they know, right? Yes, I know, I suck at details. Hopefully my imagination and day dreaming will help produce a good story.
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Stacie stood outside of the auditorium. Inside was a short, fat bald man making false promises. That's what alot of people running for this type of thing did. Sure, he looked and sounded like an honest-to goodness saint, but she knew better. He was sexist and racist. He'd committed many crimes in the past and got away with them. He relied on his position to get him out of his ruts. His bribed police officers, cheated on his wife, and even got away with a murder. No. Not this time. She'd make sure of that.
She glanced at her watch. Five minutes until eight. Right after this little "task", she was suppose to catch a flight at ten. "Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one." She muttered, aiming her gun at the man's chest. She pulled the trigger. Then came the screams and cries she was now use to. She stashed her small, but powerful, gun inside her purse and walked calmly out the backdoor. She'd later find out if he was dead, but now she didn't have time to double check.
She walked down the street and waved for a taxi. Right now riding in her own car would not be a smart idea. She sighed impatiently when a taxi finally did pull over.
"Hello, Miss. Where can I drive you?" The driver asked friendly. She smiled back at him.
"To the Abby apartment building."
Fifteen minutes later, Stacie walked out of the elevator and to her apartment. She had been smart enough to pack before hand that day. She unlocked her door and walked in just as her cell phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Did you get the job finished?"
"Fairly sure I did. I guess we'll find out on the news tonight."
"Yes, I suppose so. So are we overcoming the whole guilt thing?"
"I believe so. But right now, I'm taking a little vacation to Ireland. I hear it's beautiful this time of year." She laughed.
"Don't want to be around when they go looking for suspects." Her friend said. "So when's your flight again?"
"Ten o'clock. I've got about fifty minutes before the plane takes off."
"Be careful. There's suppose to be a lightning storm tonight."
"Not much I can do about that. Well, I will talk to you later, Jenn!"
"Goodbye and good luck!"
"Bye." Stacie flipped her phone shut and put back into her pocket. It was about a fort-five minute drive to the Chicago Airlines(a/n: I don't live in Chicago so I don't know if that's an actual airline), so she'd have to hurry if she planned on catching her flight.
She grabbed her luggage and flew out the door, locking it behind her.
She stared out the window of the taxi. Thinking about what Jennifer had said about overcoming guilt had made her feel strange. It was odd. She was nineteen and a professional assassin. This was her third year doing assassinations, and she'd lost count on how many she killed.
And the most strange thing about it was she enjoyed doing her job. She and the group she was apart were some what like vigilantes. They took the law into their own hands. But sometimes the reasons she killed were not for justice. Sometimes they were for revenge for herself or others. Sometimes they were just to get someone out of the way...
"We're here!" Stacie jerked her head up. She got out of the cab and pulled her luggage from the trunk. In just a matter of minutes she'd be free from the crime she'd committed.
By some chance mirracle she didn't miss her flight. She had boarded the plane as they were about to close the door. She put her purse down by her feet and snuggled up with a blanket. She eventually drifted off into a deep sleep...
She woke up to shouts and screams. It was then that she realized the plane was shaking violently. She looked out her window to see bolts of lightning dance across the sky. "At least I was warned." She said to herself. She clutched to the chair in front of her as the plane struck by another flash of lightning, cause everything in it to be thrust forward.
She looked about wildly. The controls must have been fried, for now the plane was starting to do a nose dive. Frantic calls and shouts could be heard all over as parents searched for children, and friends looked about for one another.
Just as she thought matters couldn't get worse, a explosion was made just behind her. The force of the blow sent her flying to the front of the plane. Fire made its way after her. The gas tank had obviously been struck. Stacie hit her head upon the impact, knocking her unscious. The last thing she remembered was a flash of some strange light.
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a/n: Well, what do you think? Is it good, boring, does it drag on? Don't worry, Leggy makes his entrance in the next chapter. I just needed to introduce my character first. Don't forget to review!
A/N: This is a revised version of what I had already written. Thank you for those of you who pointed out my mistakes. And in case you were wondering, I had Stacie using a bow instead of a gun before because I know more about archery than I do guns. And a writer should only write that of which they know, right? Yes, I know, I suck at details. Hopefully my imagination and day dreaming will help produce a good story.
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Stacie stood outside of the auditorium. Inside was a short, fat bald man making false promises. That's what alot of people running for this type of thing did. Sure, he looked and sounded like an honest-to goodness saint, but she knew better. He was sexist and racist. He'd committed many crimes in the past and got away with them. He relied on his position to get him out of his ruts. His bribed police officers, cheated on his wife, and even got away with a murder. No. Not this time. She'd make sure of that.
She glanced at her watch. Five minutes until eight. Right after this little "task", she was suppose to catch a flight at ten. "Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one." She muttered, aiming her gun at the man's chest. She pulled the trigger. Then came the screams and cries she was now use to. She stashed her small, but powerful, gun inside her purse and walked calmly out the backdoor. She'd later find out if he was dead, but now she didn't have time to double check.
She walked down the street and waved for a taxi. Right now riding in her own car would not be a smart idea. She sighed impatiently when a taxi finally did pull over.
"Hello, Miss. Where can I drive you?" The driver asked friendly. She smiled back at him.
"To the Abby apartment building."
Fifteen minutes later, Stacie walked out of the elevator and to her apartment. She had been smart enough to pack before hand that day. She unlocked her door and walked in just as her cell phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Did you get the job finished?"
"Fairly sure I did. I guess we'll find out on the news tonight."
"Yes, I suppose so. So are we overcoming the whole guilt thing?"
"I believe so. But right now, I'm taking a little vacation to Ireland. I hear it's beautiful this time of year." She laughed.
"Don't want to be around when they go looking for suspects." Her friend said. "So when's your flight again?"
"Ten o'clock. I've got about fifty minutes before the plane takes off."
"Be careful. There's suppose to be a lightning storm tonight."
"Not much I can do about that. Well, I will talk to you later, Jenn!"
"Goodbye and good luck!"
"Bye." Stacie flipped her phone shut and put back into her pocket. It was about a fort-five minute drive to the Chicago Airlines(a/n: I don't live in Chicago so I don't know if that's an actual airline), so she'd have to hurry if she planned on catching her flight.
She grabbed her luggage and flew out the door, locking it behind her.
She stared out the window of the taxi. Thinking about what Jennifer had said about overcoming guilt had made her feel strange. It was odd. She was nineteen and a professional assassin. This was her third year doing assassinations, and she'd lost count on how many she killed.
And the most strange thing about it was she enjoyed doing her job. She and the group she was apart were some what like vigilantes. They took the law into their own hands. But sometimes the reasons she killed were not for justice. Sometimes they were for revenge for herself or others. Sometimes they were just to get someone out of the way...
"We're here!" Stacie jerked her head up. She got out of the cab and pulled her luggage from the trunk. In just a matter of minutes she'd be free from the crime she'd committed.
By some chance mirracle she didn't miss her flight. She had boarded the plane as they were about to close the door. She put her purse down by her feet and snuggled up with a blanket. She eventually drifted off into a deep sleep...
She woke up to shouts and screams. It was then that she realized the plane was shaking violently. She looked out her window to see bolts of lightning dance across the sky. "At least I was warned." She said to herself. She clutched to the chair in front of her as the plane struck by another flash of lightning, cause everything in it to be thrust forward.
She looked about wildly. The controls must have been fried, for now the plane was starting to do a nose dive. Frantic calls and shouts could be heard all over as parents searched for children, and friends looked about for one another.
Just as she thought matters couldn't get worse, a explosion was made just behind her. The force of the blow sent her flying to the front of the plane. Fire made its way after her. The gas tank had obviously been struck. Stacie hit her head upon the impact, knocking her unscious. The last thing she remembered was a flash of some strange light.
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a/n: Well, what do you think? Is it good, boring, does it drag on? Don't worry, Leggy makes his entrance in the next chapter. I just needed to introduce my character first. Don't forget to review!